Grant Roberts - The wayward wifes

Patty leaned forward on her knees, gripping the windowpane until her fingers ached. She could not move from the obscene revelry before her, for the sight of the man toying with the naked, squirming woman who was her best friend mesmerized her. She knew dimly she should turn away from the lewd and depraved sight, but she could not.

Behind her, Val lit a marijuana cigarette he'd taken from the box, puffed on it to make sure it was going, then pressed the brown papered reefer into Patty's unnerved lips. She drew deeply from habit, without hesitation, not knowing or even caring that it was more of the will-destroying drug. The sweet, acrid smoke curled up, taking with it the last of her mental revulsion and moral hesitations, and her head lightened and her eyes became lidded as each drag burned her lungs like searing fire. As the heated potion filled her body with full euphoria, she suddenly returned to the carnal scene before her with studied detachment, wickedly enjoying the view.

Marcia never looked better, she thought as she gazed with intoxicated enrapturement at the enchanting couple. Like a lamb in sacrifice, with the high priest, Frank Harrel, working her up to a fevered pitch of heavenly bliss. Marcia's glasslike eyes stared into the darkness as Frank placed himself below her rapidly rising and falling belly, his hands pressing the smooth skin of her thighs and his thumbs pressing the outer pink flanges of her cunt lips. Marcia gasped as he massaged her pubic area with his fingers, letting them crawl through her pubic hair and knead the resilient skin of her abdomen, parting the vaginal slit to expose the gaping hole of her excited young pussy. Patty wriggled closer, and strained to catch a glimpse of the dainty bud of her friend's clitoris, which was just visible as it throbbed into hardness above the stretched ring of her cuntal mouth.

Then Frank's head dropped again, his long wet tongue snaking out to tease the palpitating little button of raw nerves, flicking around the top of her blood rich slit. Marcia jerked from the electric contact and she clamped her legs like a steel vise around Frank's rotating face, her soft inner thighs corded with exertion, her hips slowly swaying in rhythm to his probing, slavering mouth. She was caught in a smoke-filled, lust perverted fit of sexual madness, and she raised her buttocks off the cushion to feel his sucking lips deeper against her vagina.

Patty gaped in disbelief as she watched Marcia twisting like a bitch in heat to the depraved licking of her loins, and she drew deeply on the cigarette, feeling the forbidden inhalations open her mind like the flowering of some exotic plant bud to the sun. Her own torso began to writhe involuntarily to the surrender she saw in the room, and she groaned in empathetic abandonment to the nerve-shattering sucking of Frank's mouth and lips. Val had moved directly behind the sexually mesmerized girl, and stretched over her, and she could sense his hot presence and fevered breath upon her as he pressed himself to her back and buttocks. His arms extended around her, unbuttoned the dress again, slid inside to tease her still-nude breasts, massaging and cupping in a circular motion to the same tempo as Frank was keeping on her girl friend, and Patty began to squirm, leaning back hard against him. Through the thin material of their clothes, she could feel the burgeoning stiffness of his cock as it swelled into erection, and it pressed through her dress into the crevice of her soft, yielding buttocks, the folds of her skirt grating her tiny, vulnerable anus. Warning spasms of pleasure rippled from her heated loins and up past her belly to the hardening nipples of her kneaded breasts.

The last vestiges of her defense broke into nothingness as the fourth reefer seized her mind and Val's hand left her breasts and began to fumble with the bodice of her dress. Slowly, ever so gently, Val undid all the buttons until the dress was open from neck to abdomen, her full, firm young breasts swaying free with passion, and as Val slipped his hands between the fabric and her hot skin once more, a cool rush of air blew by the breasts, causing her to gasp from the sudden iciness on her nipples. Then his fingers closed again over the resilient mounds, trapping the berries between thumb and forefinger, squeezing each engorged teat until an excruciating sensation made her dizzy from the pleasure. She opened her mouth and an involuntary sigh of ecstasy escaped from her throat, and she pushed still harder back against Val's barely covered cock, wiggling his hardness deeper into the crack of her contracting ass cheeks.

Patty still watched wide-eyed as Marcia and Frank passionately attacked each other. Frank worked his lips up Marcia's crawling body, slowly, then quickly, then pausing to flick at an especially sensitive spot, bringing further groans of delight and frustration from Marcia's clenched teeth. It was then that Patty first saw Frank's thick, hardened penis protruding from his crotch.

She sucked in her breath at the sight of his huge, magnificent organ. It looked like the shaft of a giant redwood tree, its blood enraged skin like burnt umber bark against the black forest of his pubic bush. Its enormously thick head paused over the slippery, saliva soaked vagina of Marcia, and Patty's impulsive thought was that it was going to ram immediately into her girl friend, but it did not. Instead he slowly slid all the way up her body and straddled her breasts, and the pressed balloons of flesh squeezed out from the sides of Frank's thighs like the cushions Marcia lay upon. The ramrod prick was but a scant few inches from Marcia's gasping mouth, its scarlet, rubbery tip oozing fluid with anticipation. The droplets sparkled as they dribbled down the cock and dropped upon Marcia's heaving neck. Then Frank turned slightly and reaching back behind his buttocks with a quick jerk of one hand, he shoved his middle finger deep up Marcia's widespread cunt, skewering her pink rimmed slit upon his palm. She spasmed as he rotated his finger in her, teasing the wet sensitive cavern of her vagina until she panted and groaned like a lost banshee to the lascivious plundering of her loins.

Patty could see how Marcia was trying to squirm from beneath Frank's torturous hold, but he clamped her to the cushions with his knees tightly around her arms and shoulders. A lewd sadistic grin lined his mouth as he reached with his other hand and stroked his penis, pulling back the foreskin to let the full, bloated head pop toward Marcia's open lips. Marcia leaned forward as though the cock was a life sustaining meal, the cords of her neck standing out to Patty's shocked view, and then her tongue darted out and she lapped the thin string of lubricant hungrily.

The muscles of Patty's own body were as tight as a bow string as she struggled with sympathy for Marcia's predicament. She reacted involuntarily to Val's maddening caresses, whimpering as he raised one arm, then the other, to remove the dress from her shoulders, drawing it back and over her buttocks until it lay pooled around her bare feet. His fingers moved down her spine then, around to her smooth, flat belly, up to her breasts again, and then to the elastic band of her virginal white panties. Val toyed with the nylon underwear for a moment, teasing the vee of her crotch and the secretion band around her pubic area. The hands curled under the wispy material and plunged downward toward her pubic triangle, fondling the moist, wet slit of her vulva, scraping with one nail the tantalizing protuberance of her clitoris, sending it springing upright for more. Patty groaned and quivered as the tight elastic opening of her cunt sent stabs of sexual frenzy enervating throughout her body. The Gorgon-sized monstrosity of his manhood was pressed like glue to the passion perspired crevice of her ass as though it had a life of its own, and she ground against it, imprisoned licentiously between it and the teasing fingers which were worming around deep in her clasping pussy.